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tenc to te

7. But

TEN distinct Squares here seen

6. Beneath them kneeling on his

knee, Are joyn'd in one by Cutter's art.

A superstitious man you see : 1. Old Democritus under a tree, He fasts, prays, on bis Idol fixt, Sits on a stone with book on knee ; Tormented hope and fear betwixt : About him hang there many fea- For hell perhaps he takes more pain, tures,

Then thou dost Heaven itself to Of Cats, Dogs and such like crea- gain. tures,

Alas poor soul, I pitie thee, Of which he makes anatomy,

What stars incline thee so to be? The seat of black choler to see.

see the madman rage Over his head appears the skie,

downright And Saturn Lord of melancholy. With furious looks, a ghastly sight 2. To th' left a landscape of Jeal- Naked in chains bound dothhe lie ousie,

And roars amain he knows not why? Presents itself unto thine eye. Observe him ; for as in a glass, A Kingfisher, a Swan, an Hern, Thine angry portraiture it was. Two fighting-cocks you may dis- His picture keep still in thy precern,

sence ; Two roaring Bulls each other hie, Twixt him and thee, ther's no difTo assault concerning venery.

ference. Symboles are these ; I say no more,

8. 9. Borage and Hellebor fill two Conceive the rest by that's afore.

scenes, 3. The next of solitariness, Soveraign plants to purge the veins A portraiture doth well express, Of melancholy, and chear the heart, By sleeping dog, cat: Buck and Do, Of those black fumes which make Hares, Conies in the desart go :

it sinart ; Bats, Owls the shady bowers over, To clear the brain of misty fogs, In melancholy darkness hover. Which dull' our senses, and Soul Mark well:If't be not as 't should be, clogs. Blame the bad Cutter, and not me. The best medicine that ere God 4. Ith' under column there doth

made stand

For this malady, if well assaid. Inamorato with folded hand ; 10. Now last of all to fill a place, Down hangs his head, terse and po- Presented is the Author's face ; lite,

And in that habit which he wears, Some dittie sure he doth indite. His image to the world appears. His lute and books about himn lie, His minde no art can well express, As symptoms of his vanity,

That by his writings you may guese, If this do not enough disclose, It was not pride, nor yet vain glory, To paint him, take thyself by th' (Though others do it commonly)

Made him do this : if you must 5. Hypocondriacus leans on his arm,

know, Winde in his side doth him much The Printer would needs have it so. harm,

Then do not frown or scoffe at it, And troubles him full sore, God Deride not, or detract a whit. knows,

For surely as thou dost by him, Much pain he hath and many woes.

He will do the same again. About him pots and glasses lie,

Then look upon't, behold and see, Newly brought from's Apothecary.

As thou lik’st it, so it likes thee. This Saturn's aspects signifie,

And I for it will stand in view, You see them portraid in the skie.

Thine to command, Reader, adiew. * These verses refer to the old folio Frontispiece, which was divided into ten compartments that are here severally explained. Though it was impossible to reduce that Frontispiece to an octavo size for this edition, the lines are 100 curious to be lost. The author's portrait mentioned in the 10th stanza is copied in our syth page.

nose.

Democritus Junior ad Librum suum.

VA

CADE liber, qualis, non ausum dicere, fælix,

Te nisi felicem fecerit Alma dies.
Vade tamen quocunque lubet, quascunque per oras,

Et Genium Domini fac imitere tui.
I blandas inter Charites, mystámque saluta

Musarum quemvis, si tibi lector erit.
Rura colas, urbem, subeasve palatia regum,

Submissè, placidè, te sine dente geras.
Nobilis, aut si quis te fortè inspexerit heros,

Da te morigerum, perlegat usque lubet. Est quod Nobilitas, est quod desideret heros,

Gratior hæc forsan charta placere potest.
Si quis morosus Cato, tetricusque Senator,

Hunc etiam librum fortè videre velit,
Sive magistratus, tum te reverenter habeto ;

Sed nullus ; muscas non capiunt Aquilæ.
Non vacat his tempus fugitivum impendere nugis,

Nec tales cupio; par mihi lector erit.
Si matrona gravis casu diverterit istuc,

Illustris domina, aut te Comitissa legat: Est quod displiceat, placeat quod forsitan illis,

Ingerere his noli te modd, pande tamen.
At si virgo tuas dignabitur inclyta chartas

Tangere, sive schedis hæreat illa tuis:
Da modo te facilem, & quædam folia esse memento

Conveniant oculis quæ magis apta suis.
Si generosa ancilla tuos aut alma puella

Visura est ludos, annue, pande lubens.
Dic utinam nunc ipse meus* (nam diligit istas)

In præsens esset conspiciendus herus.
Ignotus notusve mihi de gente togatå

Sive aget in ludis, pulpita sive colet,
Sive in Lycæo, & nugas evolverit istas,

Si quasdam mendas viderit inspiciens,
Da veniam Authori, dices ; nam plurima vellet

Expungi, quæ jam displicuisse sciat.
Sive Melancholicus quisquam, seu blandus Amator,

Aulicus aut Civis, seu benè comptus Eques
Huc appellat, age & tuto te crede legenti,

Multa istic forsan non malè nata leget.
Quod fugiat, caveat, quodque amplexabitur, ista

Pagina fortassis promere multa potest.

* Hæc comicè dicta cave ne malè capias.

At

At si quis Medicus coram te sistet, amice

Fac circumspectè, & te sine labe geras: Inveniet namque ipse meis quoque plurima scriptis,

Non leve subsidium quæ sibi forsan erunt.
Si quis Causidicus chartas impingat in istas,

Nil mihi vobiscum, pessima turba vale;
Sit nisi vir bonus, & juris sine fraude peritus,

Tum legat, & forsan doetior inde siet.
Si quis cordatus, facilis, lectorque benignus

Huc oculos vertat, quæ velit ipse legat;
Candidus ignoscet, metuas nil, pande libenter,

Offensus mendis non erit ille tuis,
Laudabit nonnulla. Venit si Rhetor ineptus,

Limata & tersa, & qui benè cocta petit,
Claude citus librum; nulla hic nisi ferrea verba,

Offendent stomachum quæ minùs apta suum.
At si quis non eximius de piebe poeta,

Annue ; namque istic plurima ficta leget.
Nos sumus è numero, nullus mihi spirat Apollo,

Grandiloquus Vates quilibet esse nequit.
Si Criticus Lector, tumidus Censorque molestus,

Zoilus & Momus, si rabiosa cohors :
Ringe, freme, & noli tum pandere, turba malignis

Si occurrat sannis invidiosa suis :
Fac fugias; si nulla tibi sit copia eundi,

Contemnes, tacitè scommata quæque feres.
Frendeat, allatret, vacuas gannitibus auras

Impleat, haud cures; his placuisse nefas. Verum age si forsan divertat purior hospes,

Cuique sales, ludi, displiceantque joci,
Objiciatque tibi sordes, lasciváque: dices,

Lasciva est Domino & Musa jocosa luo,
Nec lasciva tamen, si pensitet omne; sed esto;

Sit lasciva licet pagina, vita proba est.
Barbarus, indoctusque rudis spectator

Si messem intrudat, fuste fugabis eum,
Fungum pelle procul (jubeo) nam quid mihi fungo

Conveniunt stomacho non minus ista suo.
Sed nec pelle tamen; læto omnes accipe vultu,

Quos, quas, vel quales, inde vel unde viros.
Gratus erit quicunque venit, gratissimus hospes

Quisquis erit, facilis difficilisque mihi.
Nam si culpârit, quædam culpasse juvabit,

Culpando faciet me meliora sequi.
Sed si laudârit, neque laudibus efferar ullis,

Sit satis hisce malis opposuisse bonum.
Hæc sunt quæ nostro placuit mandare libello,

Et quæ dimittens dicere jussit Herus.

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